Poems to Special People In My Life
Dear Jenny
Hey There Pete
Joy so Rare
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I still remember clearly that fateful day,
what I was doing and how I felt.
One minute so happy and brave,
then my heart was to tear and melt.
What a surprise to see our friend Beth,
with a smile I greeted her face.
Then I saw the concern in her eyes,
for bad news I tried hard to brace.
She told me you were coming to visit ,
a girls get together it was meant to be.
But your car had missed a tight corner,
and now you are so far away from me.
I remember well the room that we shared,
full of laughter and teenage dreams.
Listening and singing to Neil Diamond,
eating chips and shortbread creams.
Hey remember the day we wagged college,
hit the shops and spent all our money.
Then the time we sneeked into the kitchen,
taking that huge tin of fruit was so funny.
More than twenty years have passed,
and I still have your teddy and card.
He is now faded with one eye missing.
but to get rid of him is just far to hard.
Remember what you said when you wrote,
“It’s never goodbye, but see ya lata mate”.
One day we will have that girls time out,
so make sure you are ready and don’t be late.
In memory of my dear teenage friend Jenny.
I still cry for you “Jen ben”.
Copyright owned
by Tracy Willet
3rd November 1999.
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Growing up in our quiet country home,
I am sure you will agree was a treat.
I fondly recall playing games together,
even the flies, mozzies and the heat.
I can see us swimming in our pool,
excaping from a hot summer’s day,
Doing bombies and having such fun,
acting the fool we did so love to play.
Swinging on the Umbrella tree out front,
many times we were told not to do.
But whenever mum was not looking,
back we went playing just me and you.
Dad’s huge arial in the back yard,
was a challenge you could not defy.
Poor old mum nearly had a blue fit,
when up you went so high in the sky.
Remember those cold and wet days,
we would wander down to the creek.
Catching taddies for hours on end,
sometimes shivering too hard to speak.
What about arguing over such silly things,
like how much drink we had in a glass.
Quickly forgotten we would go off to play,
doing summersalts out on the grass.
Our childhood days are long gone,
fond memories they will always be.
Though thousands of miles separate us,
you are never far away from me.
For my brother Peter,
Copyright owned by Tracy Willet.
8th November 1999.
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You are a special Joy in my life,
so much like Boronia in full bloom.
Your essence is sweet yet strong,
you can warm a cold empty room.
If old Butch was here he would tell,
of a woman he was lucky to find.
Many others would join in his chorus,
praising a friend who is one of a kind.
I smile as I think of our chats,
eating lunch and drinking our tea.
Telling me tales of my Irish kin,
who came to our great land by sea.
Many years you spent in the outback,
raising children and fighting the heat.
Facing dangers of cyclones and snakes,
you stood firm and bravely did beat.
A moment in time to treasure,
is the hug you give as we greet.
Your words are always uplifting,
every time that we happen to meet.
Such a Joy is surely hard to come by,
I am thankful to my Nan so dear.
For your love, care and your trust,
given so freely and ever so clear.
Written by your
loving grandaughter Tracy.
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